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— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra

“The bottom line is this: You write in order to change the world, knowing perfectly well that you probably can’t, but also knowing that literature is indispensable to the world. The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it…If there is no moral question, there is no reason to write. I’m an old-fashioned writer and, despite the odds, I want to change the world”

— James Baldwin

firstfullmoon

from an interview given in Berkeley and published in the NYT

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Une Femme Mariée ( 1964 )

Jean Luc Godard

lifeinpoetry

““Hell is other people” is only one side of the coin. The other side, which no one seems to mention, is also “Heaven is each other”. Hell is separateness, uncommunicability, self-centeredness, lust for power, for riches, for fame. Heaven on the other hand is very simple, and very hard: caring about your fellow beings. And that’s possible on a sustained basis only in collectivity.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre; in “Talking with Sartre” (p. 130) [edited] (via insearchofwisdom)

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F•R•I•E•N•D•S (1994-2004)

metamorphesque

Nina Koltchitskaya

metamorphesque

— Sylvia Plath, from "Letters Home"

[text ID: I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.]

inhailinglove

I know I’m quick to push,

But you’ve always been quick to run

And I don’t know what’s worse,

The fact you leave every time

Or the fact I find it fun.

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Debbie Harry by Andy Warhol

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Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

shisasan

𝚁𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 – 𝟿 [𝟷𝟿𝟹𝟽-𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟷]

heavenlyyshecomes

Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you’re done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation.

—Hao Jingfang, ‘Invisible Planets,’ in Invisible Planets: Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation, tr. & ed. Ken Liu